Tigermaus sounds a little like sable. A bit independent and knows exactly how much they will put up with.
I guess that’s the adventure of having cats, they never do exactly what we want them to do. I just have to live my life around her. The dog however is a different story.
And you’re right, thank you for your kind words about corduroy. He was such a sweet little baby I don’t think he ever knew that I didn’t know that he loved me. Actually he loved everybody, he had visitors from the neighborhood when we were in california. There were two kids that came over to pet him all the time. And when a friend in the neighborhood moved, he said he was going to miss corduroy. Not us! He would drop by occasionally and Roy would sit on the arm of the chair he was in. He always liked to sit on big fluffy arms so we looked for furniture with them.
rusty my Maine coone was friends with everyone too. People would come visit him just because he was so big, lol.